I'n joining in the latest game,
To give some fact behind the name.
A Warrington lad - born and bred,
Never popular, geek instead.
School was hard but classes easy,
Bullied lots - still makes me queasy.
I never needed to fit in,
That's where troubles all begin.
Went to uni, drank too much,
Found a lover in my clutch.
Married my truelove, happiness,
Her mistakes caused one big mess.
Caught her cheating, threw her out,
Then I learned what pain's about.
Rebuilt myself from bottom up,
Recognised I'm still a pup.
Years to go, a life ahead,
No point wallowing in bed.
I got promoted, saw the world,
Enjoyed life, twist'd and twirled.
I'm 35 going on 8,
Found myself and a soulmate.
The path ahead is still unwritten,
I love my life, I'm totally smitten.
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Comments & Feedback (11)
Brilliant mate... Nicely done, and feel like I know yu a little better ... Ad things are good now β¨
Wow you sound amazing...you wrote this beautifully with sadness, wit, determination and guts...Hello my lovely...so pleased to meet you β€β€β€
Sometimes life itself is the hardest thing to write about but you make it look so easy! Great stuff!
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